Fasten your sarongs, friends—October at Hedo with the Sexy Silver Group was pure, unapologetic chaos wrapped in sunshine, scuba bubbles, and just enough sass to keep things interesting. Picture theme nights gone wild, poolside antics that probably should’ve been illegal, and laughter so loud it echoed all the way to Negril town.
This recap isn’t a stiff brochure; it’s our daily diary written on the fly, with plenty of “well-timed” photos trimmed to keep Facebook friendly. Nothing too X-rated, but trust us, the naughtiness is there between the lines. Think of it as PG-13 with a wink, where your imagination gets to fill in the R-rated gaps.
If you’re looking for meditation circles, candlelit silence, and early bedtimes…well, bless your heart, this isn’t that kind of getaway. At Hedo, the only quiet hours run from 4am to 7am—and even that’s negotiable.
So grab a drink, slip into something scandalous (or nothing at all), and come along for the ride. The water’s warm, the gossip’s hotter, and the fun never quits.
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Grab your lube and don't spill that Mojito—we're in Miami for the Bliss Cruise Night Before Nautical Naughtiness, and baby, the foreplay has begun!
Checked into the Sheraton—not exactly high priced luxury, unless your kink is small inspired rooms, no electric outlets and views of unfinished stadiums (really). But hey, $250 a night buys you just enough space to chase each other around the bed naked and call it cardio.
Poolside was a buffet of sunburnt northerners and enough suntan oil to deep-fry a dolphin. We did meet a sweet couple from Maine who hadn’t seen sunlight since Y2K—bless their translucent souls. Handed ‘em sunscreen and told ’em not to look directly at Florida.
Lunch? Forgettable. Company? On Fire. We found our Charleston tribe and got into deep philosophical discussions like, “How many naked couples can you get on a king size bed? ”
Skipped the EDM rave upstairs—our hearts said “no thanks,” (yes, we are older) but our fannies did find the downstairs bar. And, for us, that’s where the real action happened. Panties? Mostly optional. Cowboy? Ride 'em, Judy! Southern charmed? Of course. East Tennessee? Yes ma'am. We may have misplaced our inhibitions, but we gained unforgettable memories and maybe a leg cramp or two.
The big party? We had one of our own!
Tomorrow’s cruise bus leaves at 10 a.m., but tonight? We’re ending it the only way that makes sense—naked, exhausted, and tangled in sheets!
See y’all on the high seas—no panties, no problem!
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( Sorry this is late but we ARE having a bit of fun)
Ah yes, we finally boarded the ship—no nudity just yet, folks! The vessel was still docked, and apparently there are rules about not traumatizing the dock workers and others before we get three miles out to sea. Something about “laws” and “public decency.” Pfft.
We snuck past the “You Shall Not Pass” the big door to get our cabin—both were unlocked, so naturally, we did what any curious swinger would do and entered stealth mode! Dropped off our bookbags, grabbed our key cards like we were secret agents on a mission for mojitos, and headed straight for the lunch buffet. No breakfast today—we were saving room for burgers, chicken, carbs, and a that mojito or three.
Bumped into some friends, chatted, munched, mingled, roamed. Eventually returned to the cabin like eager puppies waiting for luggage. It arrived! Like Christmas, but with more lube and lingerie. Once unpacked, we headed to our first meet and greet—Topless Travel’s bash with a DJ, some free drinks, and party host Mark doing his thing. Mark is somewhere between cruise director and stand-up comic who also DJs at Hedonism and does very naughty poolside games. (Which he does on Bliss as well)
We socialized, recognized familiar faces, and finally fled the music when our ears started twitching like confused bats. Time to regroup...at the Schooner Bar, of course! Met up with some new friends for dinner—four couples in total, flirty vibes all around. Forks and eyes were both active.
Next up: the Sexy Silvers meet and greet. This is where we thrive! We caught up with friends, made some new ones, and enjoyed the sparkling company—particularly one enchanting lady who kept flashing her very special "pearl". Subtle? No. Entertaining? Absolutely.
Later, we hit the official “Welcome Aboard” event. Met the new Bliss owner—mid-40s, good-looking, and Judy-approved. The cruise director introduced the crew of Bliss like they were contestants on a very naughty game show. Then the comedian came on... dirty jokes galore, fully aware of what kind of cruise this was—but somehow it just didn’t click, with us, Not bad, just...not our flavor of filth.
Then came the real nightly entertainment: the *playrooms*. Oh yes. Options galore: the dungeon (whips and all), the open-to-all party room (aka “Thunderdome with lube”), the Sexy Silvers room, and the couples-only retreat for those seeking some one-on-one (or two-on-two?) fun. We picked the Sexy Silver room, because that’s where our action is and the little blue pills live.
Finished the evening as all classy couples do—chasing each other around the bed like lusty teenagers with joint supplements. *Mission Accomplished.*
Tomorrow’s a sea day is already promising, and we’ve already RSVP’d to a DTF Suite Party. Spoiler alert: “DTF” doesn’t stand for “Doing The Foxtrot!"
Ahhh, sea days on Bliss—the kind of day where you wake up, stumble into the buffet, and realize your breakfast companions are wearing little of nothing but a smile and some SPF 50. It’s like waking up in a dream where everyone’s horny, friendly, and possibly available.
We started off strong: late breakfast, endless bacon, and the kind of casual conversations that go, “Hey, didn’t we meet last night in the playroom, or was that your sister?” We still are not sure!
While some folks dove into seminars like "Pleasuring the Penis"—educational, uplifting, and possibly slippery—we opted for speed dating. Three minutes per couple to find out: Where are you from? What are you into? And can we come over later with lube and a waterproof puppy pad? By the end, we’d met 29 new people and accidentally joined a WhatsApp group called “DTF Divers.”
After lunch, the naked pool party hosted by Party Mark—Topless Travel’s human bottle rocket of enthusiasm. The infamous *Car Wash* was back in action. Let’s just say the pool wasn’t the only thing getting hosed down, and we're pretty sure at least one crew member had to change her panties!
Then came the scheduled suite orgy—like musical chairs but with less music and more moaning. About 20 guests bouncing from bed to bed to couch to creatively anything repurposed for sexual positions. Olympic-level flexibility. Gold medals in group orgasms and synchronized squirting.
Later we checked out the “dancing” playroom in the solarium. Dancing? Sure. If by dancing you mean horizontal mambo, mattress mambo, mattress Macarena—you get the idea. There were limbs everywhere. At one point we weren’t sure we saw a sixsome or if we were seeing triple!
Dinner at Chops was fancy—linen napkins, quiet ambiance, and filet mignon... but honestly? We missed the chaos of dining with friends and laughter echoing across a table for eight. Fine dining is nice, but foreplay over cream brulee? Chef’s kiss.
After dinner, it was off to the promenade. Imagine Bourbon Street got naughter, didn't need the beads, and said, “Let’s see where the night goes.” Tatas were abundant, drinks were bold, and you didn’t even have to ask for someone to flash for attention they just did. It's was Mardi Gras with way more consent.
We wrapped it up at a bar, sipping drinks and swapping stories, because tomorrow… we have scuba diving excursion in Puerto Plata at the ungodly hour of 8 AM. Which means wakeup call at 6:30am. No playroom tonight—we love fun, but trying to put on a wetsuit while sleep-deprived and sore in all the right places? That’s advanced-level kinky.
Until tomorrow, folks. Let’s hope the sharks don’t judge us too hard.
Welcome to Puerto Plata, folks! One of our two exotic stops where you can finally step off the floating orgy palace and snap a wholesome picture for Grandma!
"Look, Nana, — just a port, some palm trees, and only a hint of mischief in my eyes!"
Now, escaping the ship wasn’t a leisurely stroll. Oh no. It was a 3,000-step Survivor challenge through a maze of overpriced shops selling T-shirts, shot glasses, and questionable gummies that could double as candy. And because we like to do things the hard way, we lugged our scuba gear through all of it. Picture two sweaty sherpas dragging gear like we were auditioning for "Naked and Afraid: Cruise Edition."
We finally taxied Dressel Divers at the Iberostar Hotel, where they lovingly
forgot to mention...they have no boat... there’s no dock. We did drive to a boat not on a dock, backed and beached. You just kind of *fling* yourself into the boat and hope for the best.
And speaking of forgetting things — apparently the fish had a better party to attend because underwater? Just bubbles.
It was less “Finding Nemo” and more “Where the Hell is all the fish?”
We did see a cool cannon. But hey — exercise is exercise, and now we don't have to fake enthusiasm at the ship’s gym! (We dive a lot and with swinger friends. If you'd wish to join us try here.. swingerscubatrips dot com)
Staggered back to the ship around 3 PM, found the only thing open for food was pizza and sandwiches — and I’m not saying it was Michelin-star dining, but at that moment it tasted like a dinner from the diving gods!
We scrubbed down the scuba gear, passed out cold, and woke up just in time to semi adult again.
Dinner was pure magic.
Our table? A gynecologist, her husband, and another couple who clearly knew where the bodies were buried — or at least where the martinis were hidden. We laughed so hard with everyones naughty stories we made the waitstaff blush. It was one of those dinners where you arrive as strangers and leave wondering if you should all just buy a timeshare together.
Entertainment tonight was a magician/comedian hybrid — you know, "Pick a card, any card "
It wasn’t terrible, just... it wasn’t bad exactly, but it did make us nostalgic for the wilder shows from past Bliss trips. Hey, booking talent for a ship full of sex-crazed adults has got to be harder than it sounds.
Then it was off to the playroom — because nothing says "vacation goals" like chasing your partner around a bed while being touched by friendly strangers and wondering if you should’ve kissed them first.
Tomorrow? New playroom, new adventures, maybe new couples. Who knows?
It's Bliss, baby!
Skipped the midnight milk-and-cookies with Party Marc (sorry, Marc, love you, mean it) and collapsed into bed, hoping the our snoring wouldn't set off the ship’s emergency alarms.
Catch you tomorrow — where the clothes optional, the stories get sexier, and "nothing" on this ship will be suitable for your family group cruise.
Ah yes, nothing says vacation like sleeping in because the ship doesn’t hit San Juan until noon — noon, friends! That's practically brunch with a passport! We staggered up and hit the Windjammer restaurant buffet, where we carb loaded and swapped scandalous stories with other couples over enough bacon to build a small raft.
You should know that Bliss is not like Vegas, what happens on Bliss is bragged about the next morning at breakfast!
Today's plan? Scuba diving with Scuba Dogs! But not with the ship's tour — oh no — we went rogue, as a 9 pm ship departure gave lots of time. Our dive master, bless his honesty, gave us the old "lower your expectations" speech: “The dive's not gonna be amazing...but I’ll try to find you something cool.”
Turns out? It was great! Shallow shore dive — about 20 feet, which in scuba terms is basically kneeling in the deep end — but wow! We saw a spotted Eagle ray doing a fly-by, a giant pufferfish giving us side-eye, and even a little turtle at the end (and much more marine life than expected). For us, the dive was like a cherry on top of a hot fudge sundae. And to top it off, the dive lasted 75 minutes! Long enough to reconsider those life choices that led you to a loving that all your clothes in your suitcase smell like wetsuit neoprene!
(Psst: If you want the 411 on future swinger scuba trips...there’s a website for that, swingscubatrips dot-com )
Back on board, we cleaned up and grabbed a nap before dinner. Dinner was another riot! Amazing tablemates. Conversations bouncing between "first swinger experience" and "does your kid know you're a swinger?" Let’s just say, for teenagers...there are many questions when Mommy and Daddy’s friends are overly friendly at your BBQ.
Post-dinner, we skipped the shows, as it was playroom time! Not packed, but those who were there? Oh, they were busy. It was either wild sexual fun or someone needed a medic — hard to tell with some the ear piercing screaming we heard.
Finally, totally exhausted — because diving, dining, and naked playroom naughtyness takes it out of you — we collapsed into bed.
Good thing the next two days are at sea...because there's *plenty* of naughty trouble to get into when you’re happily trapped on a floating adult playground.
Stay tuned, curious couples. It’s only gonna get wilder! On board, we opened Pandora's box and apparently thousands of new sexual positions got out and everyone is trying them all before we dock in Miami! See you naked in the playroom!
We actually had a lazy start — stayed in bed until 9am (which is basically 6am in Bliss Cruise Time). We stumbled to breakfast like shipwreck survivors in search of bacon, and *boom* — before we’re even seated, a couple swoops in like lifestyle vultures and asks for a playdate. We didn’t even have coffee yet! Apparently, we're hot property and didn't know it! Playdate set. Dinner plans made. Morning: officially winning.
After breakfast, it’s seminar time — and boy, choices, choices!
- "Eat the Cake" seminar (which, if you ask me, should absolutely be called "Eat the Pie," but I digress...)
- A "Hosted Orgy Experience" (structured orgy... because nothing says group sex like laminated instructions).
- "Sensual Foot Play" (pass... Although sucking a toe while playing is fun, they are not the parts of the body we prefer to concentrate on for play).
We end up back at the Speed Dating seminar — a mix of sweet newbies and sexy veterans. We did met a couple of couples we’d definitely like to jump their bones at some point.
Then came the real-deal the "not on the Bliss schedule" orgy — invitations only, no lectures, no panel discussions, just pure naughty fun. Ask permission. Find a spot. Hopefully there’s still a dry corner on the bed. It was like musical beds but naked, and it was planned for three hours of sex? We’re in good shape... but not Olympic athlete type shape.
The pool party was swinging (yes, pun fully intended), but we skipped it to nap — because Mr. Happy and Mrs. Kitty have a dinner date and a playdate to survive. Spoiler alert: Mr. Happy may have overcommitted.
Dinner was fabulous — we met up with our play friends and were seated with two random couples, who turned out to be awesome. We swapped tales about Secrets Hideaway in Orlando, the sub-zero swinger scenes in Saskatchewan (one couple lived there but seriously, how do they do it when it’s 40 below?), and all the "what’s your craziest adventure?" classics.
Afterward, it was off to the playroom — and let me tell you, the Bliss cruise has more playrooms than the ship has slot machines. Couples-only room, BDSM room, voyeur everywhere, and nearly every playroom was for exhibitionist — pick your pleasure.
By now, day five remember, Mr. Happy and Mrs. Kitty are officially bruised veterans of the Bliss casualty list! Our playdate couple was in the same shape. So our evening romp was eager but not "Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" it was slow, and easy, and full of “ow, maybe not that way!" moments. Certain gymnastic moves were just not in the cards tonight.
Was it a good week? No.
It was a freakin' legendary week.
And guess what? We still have another day at sea!
Mr. Happy and Mrs. Kitty will definitely need a spa day, a therapy session, and probably a standing ovation by the end of this trip.
Stay tuned... because tomorrow it's more seminars, more playrooms, more deck parties, more comedians, more DJs, and we are betting, at least one more buffet!
The final hurrah. The end of the erotic odyssey. The buffet is still open, the conversations are still juicy, and somewhere between the scrambled eggs and bacon strips, we heard someone’s casually say, “We had a dozen partners this week!” That’s not breakfast talk, that’s *brag-fast!*
Seminars? Still happening. Topics include "How to walk straight after five nights in the playroom" and “Advanced Hydration: Lube or Water?” ( we are joking) But we skipped classes—because today’s syllabus? A *daytime* playroom. Yes, the sexy sunlit safari where singles, couples, and hall-pass holders roam freely like it’s a Playboy Channel episode gone wild,
We witnessed a glorious moment: a woman playing wingman, recruiting gentlemen for her friend’s first train. And on Bliss, it’s not a bucket list—it’s a *Fu_kit list* (blame Facebook, not me). Because here, dreams come true on the hour. Like Disney, if Mickey and Minnie were into threesomes.
And yes, we joined the chase. In the playroom. Around the bed. Cardio counts, especially when your gym has a view of ten naked bodies entwined.
Dinner came with two younger couples—lovely folks, but whoa, different planets. Their priorities totally different? Crypto portfolios, TikTok followers, and having sex only after meditation. Ours? A good mattress, a stiff drink, and knowing which lube doesn’t stain the sheets. We smiled, nodded, and quietly updated our wills.
Now here's the kicker: everyone had to put their luggage out tonight by 10pm, before the final playroom fun. So imagine the rush—“Honey, pack the lube! No, not that lube, the not TSA-friendly one!” Meanwhile, the Bliss crew is prepping to haul 100 plus mattresses plus all the other party gear, off the ship in Miami. No sleep for them tonight—just the scent of effort, latex, and adventure.
We returned to our favorite playroom for one last round of adult tag. A man blindfolded his stunning partner, legs akimbo, and Judy wondered and I leaned in, and asked, “May I?” And he said, well much more than "yes"! So like a gentleman handing over the last slice of cheesecake...well you get it. Later, we welcomed a delightful lady into our bed, and let’s just say the snorkels came out. That mattress had a splash zone warning by the end and we ended for the night as well.
Now, we’re officially blissed-out, worn down, Mr Happy is on strike and somehow we are still have a huge smile. We’ve got one day for all our body parts to recover, before heading to Hedonism with the Sexy Silvers on Friday. Yes, we know but we couldn't resist!
Wish us luck… and until next time, keep your naughtiness going, your minds curious, and your towels handy ... the cruise may end, but the climax lives on!
Alright, you beautiful couples, sorry, this is long, so let’s dive right in—start with the foreplay (the good stuff), then move on to the awkward positions (the not-so-good). It’s like any lifestyle party, really.
First off: Bliss has their act together! We are talking playlists that span from Sinatra to Eminem, playrooms for every flavor of kink, and a gym that’s always ready to remind you why you shouldn’t have had that third lava cake at dinner. If you’re a gym rat—great! If you’re just there to chase tail and occasionally touch a dumbbell, also great!
The crowd? Oh, it’s a human buffet. Twentysomethings with bright eyes and tighter buns than a bakery, fortysomethings (maybe the biggest age group) balancing dad jokes and panty free, and a whole lotta over-50s proving that gravity is just a suggestion. You’re not old—you’re *seasoned*... and if you are leaving the ship today, possibly sore, but in the best way.
People came from everywhere. We met folks from Australia, Saskatchewan (yes, it's real!), India—Bliss is basically, the United Nations of Naughty. Bodies of all kinds: chiseled abs, soft curves, very curvy, full swaps, soft swap, group play, voyeurs, and one or two couples who just thought it was a “kid-free cruise” and are still trying to recover. We are talking major therapy when they get home!
Now let’s talk parties—Bliss doesn’t throw parties, they "summon them from another dimension"! Karaoke, piano sing-alongs, EDM, country, rap—there was something for everyone, even if you couldn’t keep a beat to save your life. One night it was magic/illusionists, then comedians, next dancers, and yes, like Magic Mike an all-male revue. (Husbands watched with playful envy. Wives watched with their hands.)
Days at sea? Never boring. Unless you wanted to be bored—in which case, you’re doing it wrong. There were *clothing optional excursions*, which sold out faster than free lube at a playroom. And once that ship left port, the pool deck turned into a nudist's version of Mardi Gras—games, contests, and Party Marc hosting things like “The Car Wash.” (If you don’t know what that is… ask. Or maybe don’t. Or maybe *do.*)
Playrooms were plentiful: some clothing optional, and some with nothing but maybe a towel. Playrooms for couples only, and playrooms for everyone, singles, couples, voyeurs, bi couples, so a bit of everything. A separate Sexy Silver playroom and even a dungeon area.
We’re convinced Bliss covers it all—whether you’re a wide-eyed newbie or a well-seasoned mattress marathoner, this is the kind of environment where everyone finds their groove… and should probably leave their panties at home.
Now the not-so-orgasmic part.
Let’s be honest: you don’t book Bliss for the ship. It's like staying at Hedonism for the rooms. Royal Caribbean is fine. It’s maybe a notch above Carnival, but not exactly luxury. Unless you have a suite, room stewards only pop in once a day now—no chocolates on the pillow, only a few towel animals, just not the same vibe as it was.
The food? Not incredible. You won’t starve, but you also won’t write a poem about the risotto. The specialty restaurant was decent but not super special—more "meh-dallion of beef" than "medallion of WOW." We prefered the main dining room better—because of the open seating, random tablemates, and a chance to meet folks you might later find in a playroom (or chasing around a bed somewhere ).
And yeah, the ship could use a little Botox. The chairs are worn, the carpet’s seen better days, and some areas are giving serious backstage at a community theater energy. But hey, you’re not here for the décor—you’re here for the decadence and there was a lot of that available on this ship this week.
Bottom line: Bliss has it all—play, parties, and people who aren’t afraid to wear mesh in public. So book the trip through one of the many resellers like us or your favorite lifestyle agency. As most every company selling Hedonism sells Bliss and many lifestyle clubs do as well. Come with an open mind and maybe a lot of lingerie— are you excited yet?